To those who I RP with, I just want to say that I am terribly sorry for all my delays that I constantly do. I just have been SO unbelievably busy as of late that I hardly have any free time to be able to attempt to make posts to our threads. I really needed to get his off my chest badly, and it makes me feel like a complete piece of shit for doing this all the time. If you don't want to RP with me, I completely understand, there should be no reason or excuse for me to have to keep you waiting …

Since both Imai and Takeshi are currently involved in matches I was wondering if anyone is interested in taking on my first wrestler I made for here, Takeichi Mori. His profile says he's a jobber but I intend to change that and hoping a match can help with that. Anyone interested please get in touch with me on here in a pm.

Sininen frowned at Misaki's meager submission. Her solidarity had not worked! As the bell rang and the crowd mixed the arean with bothboos and cheers, Sininen looked down at the naked girl. They had seen her breasts but nothing else aside from her butt. Sininen was saddened by the girl's disposition but she could understand it a little bit.

Sininen then grabbed Misaki's underwear and sat on her back. "This is, this is going to be liiiitel uncomfortable, Misa misa. But, it is for your honor!" Sininen leaned forward stretched her body, looping underwear around Misaki's ankles. Then, with a big tug, she leaned back like she was rowing a boat and pulled hard, hoping to pull the underwear up and over Misaki's crotch in one feel swoop! Unfortunately for the shy girl, Sininen could not stop the wedge.

"Eeeeeep!" Misaki squealed as Sininen rather haphazardly forced her tights back on, giving her a quite uncomfortable wedgie in the process. With a grimace, she had to reach back, peeling the material out of her ass crack and groin. While her lower region was at least sufficiently covered for now, there was still that matter of her bare bust.

Spotting her discarded bra nearby, Misaki rather meekly began to crawl towards it. While the match was over, it would still be a long time before the audience would disperse, and there was no way she was going to just lie there topless! It would be no small feat for her to somehow put it back on without flashing the crowd once more, but she wasn't even thinking that far ahead at this point, just continuing to whimper miserably as she focused on reclaiming her clothing...

Sininen felt Misaki start to crawl while the pinkie was still on top of her. She turned and saw the girl inching for her bra and smiled. She hopped off and spun around, kneeling in front of Misaki as if to block her path. She had a bright grin on her face and was still utterly nude as she looked at the shy girl.

"Misa, Misa!" She chirped. "I can help! i can help!" She spun around and stuck her butt out, nearly crashing it into Misaki's face as she yanked the bra from its landing spot and hugged it against her. She spun around again and held it above Misaki like a trophy.

"You just, you just cover your boobies with your hands. I'll help you with the rest!" She said and then started humming as she casually laid the bra down in front of Misaki, giggling as she looked at the shy woman.

Misaki had a brief scare as Sininen seemed to stop her for a moment, which quickly turned to relief as she seemed to still be helping her, which quickly turned to overwhelming discomfort as she got a near face full of Sininen's tiny rear end. Embarrassed, she quickly buried her face in the mat once again, trying hard to burn the image out of her mind.

Even if her whole predicament at the moment had been Sininen's doing, the quirky little girl seemed to be looking out for her at the moment, so Misaki couldn't help but feel a little grateful. Complying with the pink-haired girl's instructions, Misaki slowly shuffled her body up into a kneeling position, while pressing her hands tightly against her own breasts. There was quite a bit more flesh than her hands could cover, but she tried to compensate, pressing down hard and compressing her large breasts as much as possible.

Sininen grabbed the bra and twirled it above her head, giggling as she did until Misaki was in position. Then she swung yanked the bra down over Misaki's head, covering her arms and chest in one fell swoop.

Sininen giggled effervescently and swung back around to face Misaki. "Ehehehe! Misa Misa is in a straight, is in a straight jacket! She's so trapped!" Sininen continued to chuckle and pushed their faces together suddenly, her red eyes staring into Misaki's as their foreheads pressed together.

"Sininininen has you trapped, Misa Misa. "Now you can't, now you can't stop me!" Sininen's arms swung around and cupped Misaki's cheeks. She then titled her head and plunged her tongue deep into Misaki's mouth.

Misaki grunted as her bra was forcibly shoved down over her head, the stretchy material ensnaring her arms in the process. She quickly struggled to pop her arms out of the sides, but was stopped short as Sininen suddenly brought her face uncomfortably close to Misaki's own.

She instantly blushed red, taken aback, and before she could even react, Sininen had grabbed her face and suddenly smacked their lips together and forced her tongue into her mouth. Unfortunately, unlike the time with Femie, Misaki was in a far less accommodating state of mind. Overcome with fear, she recoiled, pulling away from Sininen. Finally managing to pop her arms out of her bra, she crawled away frantically, making a desperate dive for the ropes, wanting to escape the ring.

Sininen's tongue was well on its way to fully exploring Misaki's mouth when the frightened girl pulled away, leaving a bit of saliva connecting them before Misaki retreated quickly.

Sininen frowned. Misaki didn't even look back and the pinkie was briefly heartbroken. Misaki hadn't even gathered up the rest of her clothes. "Misa, Misa! You don't like, you don't like, my candy kisses!?"

Misaki had had enough for today. Though she escaped a full-on embarrassment, she still had been briefly naked in front of a huge crowd, not to mention having been beaten up and had a kiss forced by a much smaller girl. Still in only her underwear, the teary-eyed Misaki fled the arena, leaving her clothes behind.

At this point, after a humiliating defeat like that, she cared about nothing but retreating to the seclusion of her own room and crying.